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Gunna – rodeo dr Lyrics

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And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You niggas still sipping Carol
She would appear in and lay at the condo
We by the New Margiano
Helping me pick out some business I’m narcos thinking I should take the Bronco. Yeah. OJ.
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m selling out The Apollo inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
The nigga won’t talk out the side of his neck I just let his BM come and swallow

Tell my lil brudda We pulling up spanking these niggas for thinking we hoes
You know I’m explaining
I don’t know what you thinking
But you helped a young nigga grow
You added the two rings I bought for my fingers
I paid like six hunnid or more
Gave out so many guns I bought so many Benz
You ask my real niggas, know
I’ve been putting that shit on
Showing these boys how to dress get fresh and pull up with the hoes
Cap ass nigga been sending me threats to the West I get love from the Locs
let me turn back around and go back to my cell for a nigga with internet jokes
The shit I’m still doing it for Jeff and Lil Keed
You know it’s RIP to the pope
And my heart covered in chrome
Damn im just now rocking chrome
Gunna back up in the morning

baby, just passing me robes
Heavy little spinners been doing it wrong
I never talk on the phone
Hearing the crowd say they want to be known
Mad that we didn’t put them on
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You niggas still sipping Carol
She would appear in and lay at the condo
We by the New Margiano
Helping me pick out some business I’m narcos thinking I should take the Bronco. Yeah. OJ.

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Gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m selling out The Apollo
inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
The nigga won’t talk out the side of his neck I just let his BM come and swallow
You Pick the fight ain’t no way
You can run from a nigga because we going at it
I know some nigga been the dungeon.
They say they feel me like fabric. Yeah,
I know heard I’ve been pulling up pressing these niggas who claiming I ratted

Yeah, I’m all on a yacht with my motherfuckin shirt off look at if My whole body tatted
Got the T Rex automatic.
No, I ain’t sign to Atlantic
bulletproof trucking it’s matted
I ain’t taking shit else for granted
All this shit cost ain’t nothing for free In these streets Yeah I got to have it
Yeah it’s the Young Gunna Wunna and
Im still big P and it’s spelled like Dallas
Back on the addy

One of my diamonds is a Patek
I got these niggas the maddest
I’m Dressing up like a salad
I sent his
I sent his BM the Addy
She pulled up with no panties
in my Los Angeles Palace,
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You niggas still sipping Carol
She would appear in and lay at the condo

We by the New Margiano
Helping me pick out some business I’m narcos thinking I should take the Bronco. Yeah. OJ.
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m selling out The Apollo
inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
The nigga won’t talk out the side of his neck I just let his BM come and swallow

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